| Still there is no hope in holdin' on
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| So now I lean on you as I do
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| One with the wind
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| We were nothin' more than a moment
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| Just wish in a well
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| A piece of trash to pass
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| On the road back home
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| And I alone live only in an island
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| Lonely a mark
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| Set in the center of an ocean
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| This ocean that is you
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| On the shores where we both grew
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| We built our love like castles in the sand
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| Your greedy hands, your greedy hands
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| Your tides, your lies eroded everything
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| I don’t wanna burn the bridge, no
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| I wanna burn the fuckin' town we built it in
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| So I can be reborn in a city I once adored
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| With a clean slate, new name, new face
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| Blank book without a crease in a page
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| And once again I feel trapped
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| Alongside all this trash
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| I pass out on Harvard Avenue
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| And as for you, you were never a trophy
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| You were never a notch
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| 'Cause my belt’s not like the other boys
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| The other ones that you took off
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| You fuckin' whore
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| We built our love like castles in the sand
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| Your greedy hands, your greedy hands
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| Your tides, your lies eroded everything
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| I hope you know
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| We built our love like castles in the sand
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| Your greedy hands, your greedy hands
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| Your tides, your lies eroded everything
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| I hope you know
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| I am done, done |